My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 1044:

Jenesis hesitated.

“I thought so too, at first. But this isn’t an awards show. Something too eye-catching might distract from her actual performance.”

Carrie nodded.

“Aunt Jenesis is right. Today isn’t about fashion—it’s about my piano skills. A simple look is better.”

She reached for a moon-white gown with a clean halter neckline.

“This will do.”

The minimalist design highlighted her graceful shoulders and arms, while the high waist subtly concealed her gently rounded belly.

Arion had no objections.

“Carrie looks good in everything.”

Jenesis agreed with a nod.

“Simple, elegant—beautiful.”

Carrie kept her makeup minimal, applying just a light touch of lipstick for a bit of color.

Pregnancy had lent her complexion a soft, peachy glow—radiant and healthy. Her skin was flawless, making any foundation unnecessary, even redundant.

In present-day high society, all eyes were on the Music Association’s assessment—an event of unmatched prestige. But for the general public, the Association remained a distant, almost mythical realm, no more tangible than the tabloid lives of celebrities.

The complexity of the assessment pieces meant they were appreciated only by the elite. Even the legendary works left behind by Josh remained confined to the upper echelons, rarely making their way into mainstream awareness.

𝗧𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 g⍺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀﹐ⅽ𝗼𝗺

For everyday listeners, entertainment news still took center stage. Their musical tastes leaned toward styles that struck a balance between sophistication and mass appeal.

Recently, the spotlight in the entertainment world had shifted to a rising star: Randell Natt, affectionately nicknamed the Ballad Kinglet. His good looks and vocal prowess aside, what truly ignited public fascination was his collaboration with a mysterious figure known only as a god-level composer.noveldrama

This composer was shrouded in complete anonymity—no background, no previous credits—just a masterpiece written exclusively for Randell. Since their debut, speculation had run wild. Some believed this so-called composer didn’t exist at all and was simply an alias created for Randell himself.

After all, since Carrie’s secret identity as Katrina had been exposed, a wave of “hidden genius” reveals had flooded the entertainment industry. It had become a common marketing ploy—fake an alter ego, then “accidentally” unveil it for dramatic effect and extra buzz.

That afternoon, Randell hosted a fan meeting in Isonridge, during which he performed a brand-new song. Fans uploaded clips almost instantly. The track didn’t just trend—it earned acclaim. General audiences praised its beauty, and even seasoned musicians acknowledged the composition’s depth and sophistication.

Meanwhile, Carrie and her group had arrived at the Music Association. Arion led the procession, driving a striking yellow Bugatti Veyron, with Carrie seated beside him. Trailing them was a Rolls-Royce, carrying Reece, Luca, and Jenesis. At the rear, Kody sat alone in a Maybach.

Kody was there to drop Carrie off before heading to the office for a high-stakes contract signing worth billions. Carrie had initially told him it wasn’t necessary for him to accompany her, but the family insisted—this was a milestone too important to face alone.

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